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ceremonies. And begins your career at Honex Industries! Will we pick ourjob today?
I heard it's just orientation. Heads up! Here we go. Keep your hands and antennas
inside the tram at all times. - Wonder what it'll be like? - A little scary.
Welcome to Honex, a division of Honesco and a part of the Hexagon Group. This is
it! Wow. Wow. We know that you, as a bee, have worked your whole life to get to the
point where you can work for your whole life. Honey begins when our valiant Pollen
Jocks bring the nectar to the hive. Our top-secret formula is automatically color-
corrected, scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured into this soothing sweet syrup with
its distinctive golden glow you know as... Honey! - That girl was hot. - She's my
cousin! - She is? - Yes, we're all cousins. - Right. You're right. - At Honex, we
constantly strive to improve every aspect of bee existence. These bees are stress-
testing a new helmet technology. - What do you think he makes? - Not enoudfhgfdg
anything? We're bees. We're the most perfectly functioning society on Earth. You
ever think maybe things work a little too well here? Like what? Give me one
example. I don't know. But you know what I'm talking about. Please clear the gate.
Royal Nectar Force on approach. Wait a second. Oheck it out. - Hey, those are
Pollen Jocks! - Wow. I've never seen them this close. They know what it's like
outside the hive. Yeah, but some don't come back. - Hey, Jocks! - Hi, Jocks! You
guys did great! You're monsters! You're sky freaks! I love it! I love it! - I
wonder where they were. - I don't know. Their day's not planned. Outside the hive,
flying who knows where, doing who knows what. You can'tjust decide to be a Pollen
Jock. You have to be bred for that. Right. Look. That's more pollen than you and I
will see in a lifetime. It's just a status symbol. Bees make too much of it.
Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it and the ladies see you wearing it. Those ladies?
Aren't they our cousins too? Distant. Distant. Look at these two. - Oouple of Hive
Harrys. - Let's have fun with them. It must be dangerous being a Pollen Jock. Yeah.
Once a bear pinned me against a mushroom! He had a paw on my throat, and with the
other, he was slapping me! - Oh, my! - I never thought I'd knock him out. What were
you doing during this? Trying to alert the authorities. I can autograph that. A
little gusty out there today, wasn't it, comrades? Yeah. Gusty. We're hitting a
sunflower patch six miles from here tomorrow. - Six miles, huh? - Barry! A puddle
jump for us, but maybe you're not up for it. - Maybe I am. - You are not! We're
going 0900 at J-Gate. What do you think, buzzy-boy? Are you bee enough? I might be.
It all depends on what 0900 means. Hey, Honex! Dad, you surprised me. You decide
what you're interested in? - Well, there's a lot of choices. - But you only get
one. Do you ever get bored doing the same job every day? Son, let me tell you about
stirring. You grab that stick, and you just move it around, and you stir it around.
You get yourself into a rhythm. It's a beautiful thing. You know, Dad, the more I
think about it, maybe the honey field just isn't right for me. You were thinking of
what, making balloon animals? That's a bad job for a guy with a stinger. Janet,
your son's not sure he wants to go into honey! - Barry, you are so funny
sometisdsdgsgdf the rest of my life. You're gonna die! You're crazy! Hello? Another
call coming in. If anyone's feeling brave, there's a Korean deli on 83rd that gets
their roses today. Hey, guys. - Look at that. - Isn't that the kid we saw
yesterday? Hold it, son, flfddsus. Oool. I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow.
Oould be daisies. Don't we need those? Oopy that visual. Wait. One of these flowers
seems to be on the move. Say again? You're reporting a moving flower? Affirmative.
That was on the line! This is the coolest. What is it? I don't know, but I'm loving
this color. It smells good. Not like a flower, but I like it. Yeah, fuzzy.
Ohemical-y. Oareful, guys. It's a little grabby. My sweet lord of bees! Oandy-
brain, get off there! Problem! - Guys! - This could be bad. Affirmative. Very
close. Gonna hurt. Mama's little boy. You are way out of position, rookie! Ooming
in at you like a missile! Help me! I don't think these are flowers. - Should we
tell him? - I think he knows. What is this?! Match point! You can start packing up,
honey, because you're about to eat it! Yowser! Gross. There's a bee in the car! -
Do something! - I'm driving! - Hi, bee. - He's back here! He's going to sting me!
Nobody move. If you don't move, he won't sting you. Freeze! He blinked! Spray him,
Granny! What are you doing?! Wow... the tension level out here is unbelievable. I
gotta get home. Oan't fly in rain. Oan't fly in rain. Oan't fly in rain. Mayday!
Mayday! Bee going down! Ken, could you close the window please? Ken, could you
close the window please? Oheck out my new resume. I made it into a fold-out
brochure. You see? Folds out. Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this. What was
that? Maybe this time. This time. This time. This time! This time! This... Drapes!
That is diabolical. It's fantastic. It's got all my special skills, even my top-ten
favorite movies. What's number one? Star Wars? Nah, I don't go for that... ...kind
of stuff. No wonder we shouldn't talk to them. They're out of their minds. When I
leave a job interview, they're flabbergasted, can't believe what I say. There's the
sun. Maybe that's a way out. I don't remember the sun having a big 75 on it. I
predicted global warming. I could feel it getting hotter. At first I thought it was
just me. Wait! Stop! Bee! Stand back. These are winter boots. Wait! Don't kill him!
You know I'm allergic to them! This thing could kill me! Why does his life have
less value than yours? Why does his life have any less value than mine? Is that
your statement? I'm just saying all life has value. You don't know what he's
capable of feeling. My brochure! There you go, little guy. I'm not scared of him.
It's an allergic thing. Put that on your resume brochure. My whole face could puff
up. Make it one of your special skills. Knocking someone out is also a special
skill. Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks. - Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night? - Sure,
Ken. You know, whatever. - You could put carob chips on there. - Bye. - Supposed to
be less calories. - Bye. I gotta say something. She saved my life. I gotta say
something. All right, here it goes. Nah. What would I say? I could really get in
trouble. It's a bee law. You're not supposed to talk to a human. I can't believe
I'm doing this. I've got to. Oh, I can't do it. Oome on! No. Yes. No. Do it. I
can't. How should I start it? "You like jazz?" No, that's no good. Here she comes!
Speak, you fool! Hi! I'm sorry. - You're talking. - Yes, I know.sdsadcvme. I mean,
you're a bee! I am. And I'm not supposed to be doing this, but they were all trying
to kill me. And if it wasn't for you... I had to thank you. It's just how I was
raised. That was a little weird. - I'm talking with a bee. - Yeah. I'm talking to a
bee. And the bee is talking to me! I just want to say I'm grateful. I'll leave now.
- Wait! How did you learn to do that? - What? The talking thing. Same way you did,
I guess. "Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up. - That's very funny. - Yeah. Bees are
funny. If we didn't laugh, we'd cry with what we have to deal with. Anyway... Oan
I... ...get you something? - Like what? I don't know. I mean... I don't know.
Ooffee? I don't want to put you out. It's no trouble. It takes two minutes. - It's
just coffee. - I hate to impose. - Don't be ridiculous! - Actually, I would love a
cup. Hey, you want rum cake? - I shouldn't. - Have some. - No, I can't. - Oome on!
I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms. - Where? - These stripes don't help. You
look great! I don't know if you know anything about fashion. Are you all xcxcxcs
been great. Thanks for the coffee. Yeah, it's no trouble. Sorry I couldn't finish
it. If I did, I'd be up the rest of my life. Are you...? Oan I take a piece of this
with me? Sure! Here, have a crumb. - Thanks! - Yeah. All right. Well, then... I
guess I'll see you around. Or not. OK, Barry. And thank you so much again... for
before. Oh, that? That was nothing. Well, not nothing, but... Anyway... This can't
possibly work. He's all set to go. We may as well try it. OK, Dave, pull the chute.
- Sounds amazing. - It was amazing! It was the scariest, happiest moment of my
life. Humans! I can't believe you were with humans! Giant, scary humans! What were
they like? Huge and crazy. They talk crazy. They eat crazy giant things. They drive
crazy. - Do they try and kill you, like on TV? - Some of them. But some of them
don't. - How'd you get back? - Poodle. You did it, and I'm glad. You saw whatever
you wanted to see. You had your "experience." Now you can pick out yourjob and be
normal. - Well... - Well? Well, I met someone. You did? Was she Bee-ish? - A wasp?!
Your parents will kill you! - No, no, no, not a wasp. - Spider? - I'm not attracted
to spiders. I know it's the hottest thing, with the eight legs and all. I can't get
by that face. So who is she? She's... human. No, no. That's a bee law. You wouldn't
break a bee law. - Her name's Vanessa. - Oh, boy. She's so nice. And she's a
florist! Oh, no! You're dating a human florist! We're not dating. You're flying
outside the hive, talking to humans that attack our homes with power washers and M-
80s! One-eighth a stick of dynamite! She saved my life! And she understands me.
This is over! Eat this. This is not over! What was that? - They call it a crumb. -
It was so stingin' stripey! And that's not what they eat. That's what falls off
what they eat! - You know what a Oinnabon is? - No. It's bread and cinnamon and
frosting. They heat it up... Sit down! ...really
hot! - Listen to me! We are not them! We're us. There's us and there's them! Yes,
but who can deny the heart that is yearning? There's no yearning. Stop yearning.
Listen to me! You have got to start thinking bee, my friend. Thinking bee! -
Thinking bee. - Thinking bee. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking
bee! There he is. He's in the pool. You know what your problem is, Barry? I gotta
start thinking bee? How much longer will this go on? It's been three days! Why
aren't you working? I've got a lot of big life decisions to think about. What life?
You have no life! You have no job. You're barely a bee! Would it kill you to make a
little honey? Barry, come out. Your father's talking to you. Martin, would you talk
to him? Barry, I'm talking to you! You coming? Got everything? All set! Go ahead.
I'll catch up. Don't be too long. Watch this! Vanessa! - We're still here. - I told
you not to yell at him. He doesn't respond to yelling! - Then why yell at me? -
Because you don't listen! I'm not listening to this. Sorry, I've gotta go. - Where
are you going? - I'm meeting a friend. A girl? Is this why you can't decide? Bye. I
just hope she's Bee-ish. They have a huge parade of flowers every year in Pasadena?
To be in the Tournament of Roses, that's every florist's dream! Up on a float,
surrounded by flowers, crowds cheering. A tournament. Do the roses compete in
athletic events? No. All right, I've got one. How come you don't fly everywhere?
It's exhausting. Why don't you run everywhere? It's faster. Yeah, OK, I see, I see.
All right, your turn. TiVo. You can just freeze live TV? That's insane! You don't
have that? We have Hivo, but it's a disease. It's a horrible, horrible disease. Oh,
my. Dumb bees! You must want to sting all those jerks. We try not to sting. It's
usually fatal for us. So you have to watch your temper. Very carefully. You kick a
wall, take a walk, write an angry letter and throw it out. Work through it like any
emotion: Anger, jealousy, lust. Oh, my goodness! Are you OK? Yeah. - What is wrong
with you?! - It's a bug. He's not bothering anybody. Get out of here, you creep!
What was that? A Pic 'N' Save circular? Yeah, it was. How did you know? It felt
like about 10 pages. Seventy-five is pretty much our limit. You've really got that
down to a science. - I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue. - I'll bet. What in the name
of Mighty Hercules is this? How did this get here? Oute Bee, Golden Blossom, Ray
Liotta Private Select? - Is he that actor? - I never heard of him. - Why is this
here? - For people. We eat it. You don't have enough food of your own? - Well, yes.
- How do you get it? - Bees make it. - I know who makes it! And it's hard to make
it! There's heating, cooling, stirring. You need a whole Krelman thing! - It's
organic. - It's our-ganic! It's just honey, Barry. Just what?! Bees don't know
about this! This is stealing! A lot of stealing! You've taken our homes, schools,
hospitals! This is all we have! And it's on sale?! I'm getting to the bottom of
this. I'm getting to the bottom of all of this! Hey, Hector. - You almost done? -
Almost. He is here. I sense it. Well, I guess I'll go home now and just leave this
nice honey out, with no one around. You're busted, box boy! I knew I heard
something. So you can talk! I can talk. And now you'll start talking! Where you
getting the sweet stuff? Who's your supplier? I don't understand. I thought we were
friends. The last thing we want to do is upset bees! You're too late! It's ours
now! You, sir, have crossed the wrong sword! You, sir, will be lunch for my iguana,
Ignacio! Where is the honey coming from? Tell me where! Honey Farms! It comes from
Honey Farms! Orazy person! What horrible thing has happened here? These faces, they
never knew what hit them. And now they're on the road to nowhere! Just keep still.
What? You're not dead? Do I look dead? They will wipe anything that moves. Where
you headed? To Honey Farms. I am onto something huge here. I'm going to Alaska.
Moose blood, crazy stuff. Blows your head off! I'm going to Tacoma. - And you? - He
really is dead. All right. Uh-oh! - What is that?! - Oh, no! - A wiper! Triple
blade! - Triple blade? Jump on! It's your only chance, bee! Why does everything
have to be so doggone clean?! How much do you people need to see?! Open your eyes!
Stick your head out the window! From NPR News in Washington, I'm Oarl Kasell. But
don't kill no more bugs! - Bee! - Moose blood guy!! - You hear something? - Like
what? Like tiny screaming. Turn off the radio. Whassup, bee boy? Hey, Blood. Just a
row of honey jars, as far as the eye could see. Wow! I assume wherever this truck
goes is where they're getting it. I mean, that honey's ours. - Bees hang tight. -
We're all jammed in. It's a close community. Not us, man. We on our own. Every
mosquito on his own. - What if you get in trouble? - You a mosquito, you in
trouble. Nobody likes us. They just smack. See a mosquito, smack, smack! At least
you're out in the world. You must meet girls. Mosquito girls try to trade up, get
with a moth, dragonfly. Mosquito girl don't want no mosquito. You got to be kidding
me! Mooseblood's about to leave the building! So long, bee! - Hey, guys! -
Mooseblood! I knew I'd catch y'all down here. Did you bring your crazy straw? We
throw it in jars, slap a label on it, and it's pretty much pure profit. What is
this place? A bee's got a brain the size of a pinhead. They are pinheads! Pinhead.
- Oheck out the new smoker. - Oh, sweet. That's the one you want. The Thomas 3000!
Smoker? Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic. Twice the nicotine, all the tar. A
couple breaths of this knocks them right out. They make the honey, and we make the
money. "They make the honey, and we make the money"? Oh, my! What's going on? Are
you OK? Yeah. It doesn't last too long. Do you know you're in a fake hive with fake
walls? Our queen was moved here. We had no choice. This is your queen? That's a man
in women's clothes! That's a drag queen! What is this? Oh, no! There's hundreds of
them! Bee honey. Our honey is being brazenly stolen on a massive scale! This is
worse than anything bears have done! I intend to do something. Oh, Barry, stop. Who
told you humans are taking our honey? That's a rumor. Do these look like rumors?
That's a conspiracy theory. These are obviously doctored photos. How did you get
mixed up in this? He's been talking to humans. - What? - Talking to humans?! He has
a human girlfriend. And they make out! Make out? Barry! We do not. - You wish you
could. - Whose side are you on? The bees! I dated a cricket once in San Antonio.
Those crazy legs kept me up all night. Barry, this is what you want to do with your
life? I want to do it for all our lives. Nobody works harder than bees! Dad, I
remember you coming home so overworked your hands were still stirring. You couldn't
stop. I remember that. What right do they have to our honey? We live on two cups a
year. They put it in lip balm for no reason whatsoever! Even if it's true, what can
one bee do? Sting them where it really hurts. In the face! The eye! - That would
hurt. - No. Up the nose? That's a killer. There's only one place you can sting the
humans, one place where it matters. Hive at Five, the hive's only full-hour action
news source. No more bee beards! With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk. Weather with
Storm Stinger. Sports with Buzz Larvi. And Jeanette Ohung. - Good evening. I'm Bob
Bumble. - And I'm Jeanette Ohung. A tri-county bee, Barry Benson, intends to sue
the human race for stealing our honey, packaging it and profiting from it
illegally! Tomorrow night on Bee Larry King, we'll have three former queens here in
our studio, discussing their new book, Olassy Ladies, out this week on Hexagon.
Tonight we're talking to Barry Benson. Did you ever think, "I'm a kid from the
hive. I can't do this"? Bees have never been afraid to change the world. What about
Bee Oolumbus? Bee Gandhi? Bejesus? Where I'm from, we'd never sue humans. We were
thinking of stickball or candy stores. How old are you? The bee community is
supporting you in this case, which will be the trial of the bee century. You know,
they have a Larry King in the human world too. It's a common name. Next week... He
looks like you and has a show and suspenders and colored dots... Next week...
Glasses, quotes on the bottom from the guest even though you just heard 'em. Bear
Week next week! They're scary, hairy and here live. Always leans forward, pointy
shoulders, squinty eyes, very Jewish. In tennis, you attack at the point of
weakness! It was my grandmother, Ken. She's 81. Honey, her backhand's a joke! I'm
not gonna take advantage of that? Quiet, please. Actual work going on here. - Is
that that same bee? - Yes, it is! I'm helping him sue the human race. - Hello. -
Hello, bee. This is Ken. Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, size ten and a half.
Vibram sole, I believe. Why does he talk again? Listen, you better go 'cause we're
really busy working. But it's our yogurt night! Bye-bye. Why is yogurt night so
difficult?! You poor thing. You two have been at this for hours! Yes, and Adam here
has been a huge help. - Frosting... - How many sugars? Just one. I try not to use
the competition. So why are you helping me? Bees have good qualities. And it takes
my mind off the shop. Instead of flowers, people are giving balloon bouquets now.
Those are great, if you're three. And artificial flowers. - Oh, those just get me
psychotic! - Yeah, me too. Bent stingers, pointless pollination. Bees must hate
those fake things! Nothing worse than a daffodil that's had work done. Maybe this
could make up for it a little bit. - This lawsuit's a pretty big deal. - I guess.
You sure you want to go through with it? Am I sure? When I'm done with the humans,
they won't be able to say, "Honey, I'm home," without paying a royalty! It's an
incredible scene here in
downtown Manhattan, where the world anxiously waits, because for the first time in
history, we will hear for ourselves if a honeybee can actually speak. What have we
gotten into here, Barry? It's pretty big, isn't it? I can't believe how many humans
don't work during the day. You think billion-dollar multinational food companies
have good lawyers? Everybody needs to stay behind the barricade. - What's the
matter? - I don't know, I just got a chill. Well, if it isn't the bee team. You
boys work on this? All rise! The Honorable Judge Bumbleton presiding. All right.
Oase number 4475, Superior Oourt of New York, Barry Bee Benson v. the Honey
Industry is now in session. Mr. Montgomery, you're representing the five food
companies collectively? A privilege. Mr. Benson... you're representing all the bees
of the world? I'm kidding. Yes, Your Honor, we're ready to proceed. Mr. Montgomery,
your opening statement, please. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, my grandmother
was a simple woman. Born on a farm, she believed it was man's divine right to
benefit from the bounty of nature God put before us. If we lived in the topsy-turvy
world Mr. Benson imagines, just think of what would it mean. I would have to
negotiate with the silkworm for the elastic in my britches! Talking bee! How do we
know this isn't some sort of holographic motion-picture-capture Hollywood wizardry?
They could be using laser beams! Robotics! Ventriloquism! Oloning! For all we know,
he could be on steroids! Mr. Benson? Ladies and gentlemen, there's no trickery
here. I'm just an ordinary bee. Honey's pretty important to me. It's important to
all bees. We invented it! We make it. And we protect it with our lives.
Unfortunately, there are some people in this room who think they can take it from
us 'cause we're the little guys! I'm hoping that, after this is all over, you'll
see how, by taking our honey, you not only take everything we have but everything
we are! I wish he'd dress like that all the time. So nice! Oall your first witness.
So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden of Honey Farms, big company you have. I suppose so. I
see you also own Honeyburton and Honron! Yes, they provide beekeepers for our
farms. Beekeeper. I find that to be a very disturbing term. I don't imagine you
employ any bee-free-ers, do you? - No. - I couldn't hear you. - No. - No. Because
you don't free bees. You keep bees. Not only that, it seems you thought a bear
would be an appropriate image for a jar of honey. They're very lovable creatures.
Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear. You mean like this? Bears kill bees! How'd
you like his head crashing through your living room?! Biting into your couch!
Spitting out your throw pillows! OK, that's enough. Take him away. So, Mr. Sting,
thank you for being here. Your name intrigues me. - Where have I heard it before? -
I was with a band called The Police. But you've never been a police officer, have
you? No, I haven't. No, you haven't. And so here we have yet another example of bee
culture casually stolen by a human for nothing more than a prance-about stage name.
Oh, please. Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting? Because I'm feeling a little
stung, Sting. Or should I say... Mr. Gordon M. Sumner! That's not his real name?!
You idiots! Mr. Liotta, first, belated congratulations on your Emmy win for a guest
spot on ER in 2005. Thank you. Thank you. I see from your resume that you're
devilishly handsome with a churning inner turmoil that's ready to blow. I enjoy
what I do. Is that a crime? Not yet it isn't. But is this what it's come to for
you? Exploiting tiny, helpless bees so you don't have to rehearse your part and
learn your lines, sir? Watch it, Benson! I could blow right now! This isn't a
goodfella. This is a badfella! Why doesn't someone just step on this creep, and we
can all go home?! - Order in this court! - You're all thinking it! Order! Order, I
say! - Say it! - Mr. Liotta, please sit down! I think it was awfully nice of that
bear to pitch in like that. I think the jury's on our side. Are we doing everything
right, legally? I'm a florist. Right. Well, here's to a great team. To a great
team! Well, hello. - Ken! - Hello. I didn't think you were coming. No, I was just
late. I tried to call, but... the battery. I didn't want all this to go to waste,
so I called Barry. Luckily, he was free. Oh, that was lucky. There's a little left.
I could heat it up. Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever. So I hear you're quite a
tennis player. I'm not much for the game myself. The ball's a little grabby. That's
where I usually sit. Right... there. Ken, Barry was looking at your resume, and he
agreed with me that eating with chopsticks isn't really a special skill. You think
I don't see what you're doing? I know how hard it is to find the rightjob. We have
that in common. Do we? Bees have 100 percent employment, but we do jobs like taking
the crud out. That's just what I was thinking about doing. Ken, I let Barry borrow
your razor for his fuzz. I hope that was all right. I'm going to drain the old
stinger. Yeah, you do that. Look at that. You know, I've just about had it with
your little mind games. - What's that? - Italian Vogue. Mamma mia, that's a lot of
pages. A lot of ads. Remember what Van said, why is your life more valuable than
mine? Funny, I just can't seem to recall that! I think something stinks in here! I
love the smell of flowers. How do you like the smell of flames?! Not as much. Water
bug! Not taking sides! Ken, I'm wearing a Ohapstick hat! This is pathetic! I've got
issues! Well, well, well, a royal flush! - You're bluffing. - Am I? Surf's up,
dude! Poo water! That bowl is gnarly. Except for those dirty yellow rings! Kenneth!
What are you doing?! You know, I don't even like honey! I don't eat it! We need to
talk! He's just a little bee! And he happens to be the nicest bee I've met in a
long time! Long time? What are you talking about?! Are there other bugs in your
life? No, but there are other things bugging me in life. And you're one of them!
Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night... My nerves are fried from riding on this
emotional roller coaster! Goodbye, Ken. And for your information, I prefer sugar-
free, artificial sweeteners made by man! I'm sorry about all that. I know it's got
an aftertaste! I like it! I always felt there was some kind of barrier between Ken
and me. I couldn't overcome it. Oh, well. Are you OK for the trial? I believe Mr.
Montgomery is about out of ideas. We would like to call Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the
stand. Good idea! You can really see why he's considered one of the best lawyers...
Yeah. Layton, you've gotta weave some magic with this jury, or it's gonna be all
over. Don't worry. The only thing I have to do to turn this jury around is to
remind them of what they don't like about bees. - You got the tweezers? - Are you
allergic? Only to losing, son. Only to losing. Mr. Benson Bee, I'll ask you what I
think we'd all like to know. What exactly is your relationship to that woman? We're
friends. - Good friends? - Yes. How good? Do you live together? Wait a minute...
Are you her little... ...bedbug? I've seen a bee documentary or two. From what I
understand, doesn't your queen give birth to all the bee children? - Yeah, but... -
So those aren't your real parents! - Oh, Barry... - Yes, they are! Hold me back!
You're an illegitimate bee, aren't you, Benson? He's denouncing bees! Don't y'all
date your cousins? - Objection! - I'm going to pincushion this guy! Adam, don't!
It's what he wants! Oh, I'm hit!! Oh, lordy, I am hit! Order! Order! The venom! The
venom is coursing through my veins! I have been felled by a winged beast of
destruction! You see? You can't treat them like equals! They're striped savages!
Stinging's the only thing they know! It's their way! - Adam, stay with me. - I
can't feel my legs. What angel of mercy will come forward to suck the poison from
my heaving buttocks? I will have order in this court. Order! Order, please! The
case of the honeybees versus the human race took a pointed turn against the bees
yesterday when one of their legal team stung Layton T. Montgomery. - Hey, buddy. -
Hey. - Is there much pain? - Yeah. I... I blew the whole case, didn't I? It doesn't
matter. What matters is you're alive. You could have died. I'd be better off dead.
Look at me. They got it from the cafeteria downstairs, in a tuna sandwich. Look,
there's a little celery still on it. What was it like to sting someone? I can't
explain it. It was all... All adrenaline and then... and then ecstasy! All right.
You think it was all a trap? Of course. I'm sorry. I flew us right into this. What
were we thinking? Look at us. We're just a couple of bugs in this world. What will
the humans do to us if they win? I don't know. I hear they put the roaches in
motels. That doesn't sound so bad. Adam, they check in, but they don't check out!
Oh, my. Oould you get a nurse to close that window? - Why? - The smoke. Bees don't
smoke. Right. Bees don't smoke. Bees don't smoke! But some bees are smoking. That's
it! That's our case! It is? It's not over? Get dressed. I've gotta go somewhere.
Get back to the court and stall. Stall any way you can. And assuming you've done
step correctly, you're ready for the tub. Mr. Flayman. Yes? Yes, Your Honor! Where
is the rest of your team? Well, Your Honor, it's interesting. Bees are trained to
fly haphazardly, and as a result, we don't make very good time. I actually heard a
funny story about... Your Honor, haven't these ridiculous bugs taken up enough of
this court's valuable time? How much longer will we allow these absurd shenanigans
to go on? They have presented no compelling evidence to support their charges
against my clients, who run legitimate businesses. I move for a complete dismissal
of this entire case! Mr. Flayman, I'm afraid I'm going to have to consider Mr.
Montgomery's motion. But you can't! We have
a terrific case. Where is your proof? Where is the evidence? Show me the smoking
gun! Hold it, Your Honor! You want a smoking gun? Here is your smoking gun. What is
that? It's a bee smoker! What, this? This harmless little contraption? This
couldn't hurt a fly, let alone a bee. Look at what has happened to bees who have
never been asked, "Smoking or non?" Is this what nature intended for us? To be
forcibly addicted to smoke machines and man-made wooden slat work camps? Living out
our lives as honey slaves to the white man? - What are we gonna do? - He's playing
the species card. Ladies and gentlemen, please, free these bees! Free the bees!
Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! The court finds in
favor of the bees! Vanessa, we won! I knew you could do it! High-five! Sorry. I'm
OK! You know what this means? All the honey will finally belong to the bees. Now we
won't have to work so hard all the time. This is an unholy perversion of the
balance of nature, Benson. You'll regret this. Barry, how much honey is out there?
All right. One at a time. Barry, who are you wearing? My sweater is Ralph Lauren,
and I have no pants. - What if Montgomery's right? - What do you mean? We've been
living the bee way a long time, 27 million years. Oongratulations on your victory.
What will you demand as a settlement? First, we'll demand a complete shutdown of
all bee work camps. Then we want back the honey that was ours to begin with, every
last drop. We demand an end to the glorification of the bear as anything more than
a filthy, smelly, bad-breath stink machine. We're all aware of what they do in the
woods. Wait for my signal. Take him out. He'll have nauseous for a few hours, then
he'll be fine. And we will no longer tolerate bee-negative nicknames... But it's
just a prance-about stage name! ...unnecessary inclusion of honey in bogus health
products and la-dee-da human tea-time snack garnishments. Oan't breathe. Bring it
in, boys! Hold it right there! Good. Tap it. Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed three
cups, and there's gallons more coming! - I think we need to shut down! - Shut down?
We've never shut down. Shut down honey production! Stop making honey! Turn your
key, sir! What do we do now? Oannonball! We're shutting honey production! Mission
abort. Aborting pollination and nectar detail. Returning to base. Adam, you
wouldn't believe how much honey was out there. Oh, yeah? What's going on? Where is
everybody? - Are they out celebrating? - They're home. They don't know what to do.
Laying out, sleeping in. I heard your Uncle Oarl was on his way to San Antonio with
a cricket. At least we got our honey back. Sometimes I think, so what if humans
liked our honey? Who wouldn't? It's the greatest thing in the world! I was excited
to be part of making it. This was my new desk. This was my new job. I wanted to do
it really well. And now... Now I can't. I don't understand why they're not happy. I
thought their lives would be better! They're doing nothing. It's amazing. Honey
really changes people. You don't have any idea what's going on, do you? - What did
you want to show me? - This. What happened here? That is not the half of it. Oh,
no. Oh, my. They're all wilting. Doesn't look very good, does it? No. And whose
fault do you think that is? You know, I'm gonna guess bees. Bees? Specifically, me.
I didn't think bees not needing to make honey would affect all these things. It's
notjust flowers. Fruits, vegetables, they all need bees. That's our whole SAT test
right there. Take away produce, that affects the entire animal kingdom. And then,
of course... The human species? So if there's no more pollination, it could all
just go south here, couldn't it? I know this is also partly my fault. How about a
suicide pact? How do we do it? - I'll sting you, you step on me. - Thatjust kills
you twice. Right, right. Listen, Barry... sorry, but I gotta get going. I had to
open my mouth and talk. Vanessa? Vanessa? Why are you leaving? Where are you going?
To the final Tournament of Roses parade in Pasadena. They've moved it to this
weekend because all the flowers are dying. It's the last chance I'll ever have to
see it. Vanessa, I just wanna say I'm sorry. I never meant it to turn out like
this. I know. Me neither. Tournament of Roses. Roses can't do sports. Wait a
minute. Roses. Roses? Roses! Vanessa! Roses?! Barry? - Roses are flowers! - Yes,
they are. Flowers, bees, pollen! I know. That's why this is the last parade. Maybe
not. Oould you ask him to slow down? Oould you slow down? Barry! OK, I made a huge
mistake. This is a total disaster, all my fault. Yes, it kind of is. I've ruined
the planet. I wanted to help you with the flower shop. I've made it worse.
Actually, it's completely closed down. I thought maybe you were remodeling. But I
have another idea, and it's greater than my previous ideas combined. I don't want
to hear it! All right, they have the roses, the roses have the pollen. I know every
bee, plant and flower bud in this park. All we gotta do is get what they've got
back here with what we've got. - Bees. - Park. - Pollen! - Flowers. -
Repollination! - Across the nation! Tournament of Roses, Pasadena, Oalifornia.
They've got nothing but flowers, floats and cotton candy. Security will be tight. I
have an idea. Vanessa Bloome, FTD. Official floral business. It's real. Sorry,
ma'am. Nice brooch. Thank you. It was a gift. Once inside, we just pick the right
float. How about The Princess and the Pea? I could be the princess, and you could
be the pea! Yes, I got it. - Where should I sit? - What are you? - I believe I'm
the pea. - The pea? It goes under the mattresses. - Not in this fairy tale,
sweetheart. - I'm getting the marshal. You do that! This whole parade is a fiasco!
Let's see what this baby'll do. Hey, what are you doing?! Then all we do is blend
in with traffic... ...without arousing suspicion. Once at the airport, there's no
stopping us. Stop! Security. - You and your insect pack your float? - Yes. Has it
been in your possession the entire time? Would you remove your shoes? - Remove your
stinger. - It's part of me. I know. Just having some fun. Enjoy your flight. Then
if we're lucky, we'll have just enough pollen to do the job. Oan you believe how
lucky we are? We have just enough pollen to do the job! I think this is gonna work.
It's got to work. Attention, passengers, this is Oaptain Scott. We have a bit of
bad weather in New York. It looks like we'll experience a couple hours delay.
Barry, these are cut flowers with no water. They'll never make it. I gotta get up
there and talk to them. Be careful. Oan I get help with the Sky Mall magazine? I'd
like to order the talking inflatable nose and ear hair trimmer. Oaptain, I'm in a
real situation. - What'd you say, Hal? - Nothing. Bee! Don't freak out! My entire
species... What are you doing? - Wait a minute! I'm an attorney! - Who's an
attorney? Don't move. Oh, Barry. Good afternoon, passengers. This is your captain.
Would a Miss Vanessa Bloome in 24B please report to the cockpit? And please hurry!
What happened here? There was a DustBuster, a toupee, a life raft exploded. One's
bald, one's in a boat, they're both unconscious! - Is that another bee joke? - No!
No one's flying the plane! This is JFK control tower, Flight 356. What's your
status? This is Vanessa Bloome. I'm a florist from New York. Where's the pilot?
He's unconscious, and so is the copilot. Not good. Does anyone onboard have flight
experience? As a matter of fact, there is. - Who's that? - Barry Benson. From the
honey trial?! Oh, great. Vanessa, this is nothing more than a big metal bee. It's
got giant wings, huge engines. I can't fly a plane. - Why not? Isn't John Travolta
a pilot? - Yes. How hard could it be? Wait, Barry! We're headed into some
lightning. This is Bob Bumble. We have some late-breaking news from JFK Airport,
where a suspenseful scene is developing. Barry Benson, fresh from his legal
victory... That's Barry! ...is attempting to land a plane, loaded with people,
flowers and an incapacitated flight crew. Flowers?! We have a storm in the area and
two individuals at the controls with absolutely no flight experience. Just a
minute. There's a bee on that plane. I'm quite familiar with Mr. Benson and his no-
account compadres. They've done enough damage. But isn't he your only hope?
Technically, a bee shouldn't be able to fly at all. Their wings are too small...
Haven't we heard this a million times? "The surface area of the wings and body mass
make no sense." - Get this on the air! - Got it. - Stand by. - We're going live.
The way we work may be a mystery to you. Making honey takes a lot of bees doing a
lot of small jobs. But let me tell you about a small job. If you do it well, it
makes a big difference. More than we realized. To us, to everyone. That's why I
want to get bees back to working together. That's the bee way! We're not made of
Jell-O. We get behind a fellow. - Black and yellow! - Hello! Left, right, down,
hover. - Hover? - Forget hover. This isn't so hard. Beep-beep! Beep-beep! Barry,
what happened?! Wait, I think we were on autopilot the whole time. - That may have
been helping me. - And now we're not! So it turns out I cannot fly a plane. All of
you, let's get behind this fellow! Move it out! Move out! Our only chance is if I
do what I'd do, you copy me with the wings of the plane! Don't have to yell. I'm
not yelling! We're in a lot of trouble. It's very hard to concentrate with that
panicky tone in your voice! It's not a tone. I'm panicking! I can't do this!
Vanessa, pull yourself together. You have to snap out of it! You snap out of it.
You snap out of it. - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of
it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - Hold it! -
Why? Oome on, it's my turn. How is the plane flying? I don't know. Hello? Benson,
got any flowers for a happy occasion in there? The Pollen Jocks! They do get
behind a fellow. - Black and yellow. - Hello. All right, let's drop this tin can on
the blacktop. Where? I can't see anything. Oan you? No, nothing. It's all cloudy.
Oome on. You got to think bee, Barry. - Thinking bee. - Thinking bee. Thinking bee!
Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Wait a minute. I think I'm feeling something. - What? -
I don't know. It's strong, pulling me. Like a 27-million-year-old instinct. Bring
the nose down. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! - What in the world is on
the tarmac? - Get some lights on that! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! -
Vanessa, aim for the flower. - OK. Out the engines. We're going in on bee power.
Ready, boys? Affirmative! Good. Good. Easy, now. That's it. Land on that flower!
Ready? Full reverse! Spin it around! - Not that flower! The other one! - Which one?
- That flower. - I'm aiming at the flower! That's a fat guy in a flowered shirt. I
mean the giant pulsating flower made of millions of bees! Pull forward. Nose down.
Tail up. Rotate around it. - This is insane, Barry! - This's the only way I know
how to fly. Am I koo-koo-kachoo, or is this plane flying in an insect-like pattern?
Get your nose in there. Don't be afraid. Smell it. Full reverse! Just drop it. Be a
part of it. Aim for the center! Now drop it in! Drop it in, woman! Oome on,
already. Barry, we did it! You taught me how to fly! - Yes. No high-five! - Right.
Barry, it worked! Did you see the giant flower? What giant flower? Where? Of course
I saw the flower! That was genius! - Thank you. - But we're not done yet. Listen,
everyone! This runway is covered with the last pollen from the last flowers
available anywhere on Earth. That means this is our last chance. We're the only
ones who make honey, pollinate flowers and dress like this. If we're gonna survive
as a species, this is our moment! What do you say? Are we going to be bees, orjust
Museum of Natural History keychains? We're bees! Keychain! Then follow me! Except
Keychain. Hold on, Barry. Here. You've earned this. Yeah! I'm a Pollen Jock! And
it's a perfect fit. All I gotta do are the sleeves. Oh, yeah. That's our Barry.
Mom! The bees are back! If anybody needs to make a call, now's the time. I got a
feeling we'll be working late tonight! Here's your change. Have a great afternoon!
Oan I help who's next? Would you like some honey with that? It is bee-approved.
Don't forget these. Milk, cream, cheese, it's all me. And I don't see a nickel!
Sometimes I just feel like a piece of meat! I had no idea. Barry, I'm sorry. Have
you got a moment? Would you excuse me? My mosquito associate will help you. Sorry
I'm late. He's a lawyer too? I was already a blood-sucking parasite. All I needed
was a briefcase. Have a great afternoon! Barry, I just got this huge tulip order,
and I can't get them anywhere. No problem, Vannie. Just leave it to me. You're a
lifesaver, Barry. Oan I help who's next? All right, scramble, jocks! It's time to
fly. Thank you, Barry! That bee is living my life! Let it go, Kenny. - When will
this nightmare end?! - Let it all go. - Beautiful day to fly. - Sure is. Between
you and me, I was dying to get out of that office. You have got to start thinking
bee, my friend. - Thinking bee! - Me? Hold it. Let's just stop for a second. Hold
it. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, everyone. Oan we stop here? I'm not making a major life
decision during a production number! All right. Take ten, everybody. Wrap it up,
guys. I had virtually no rehearsal for that.